The seven laws reach Shaoshan, and this poem is a eulogy.

From Qilv to Shaoshan, this poem embodies the magnificence of hometown and infinite affection for hometown. The height of history, with huge sums of money, the great changes in Shaoshan in the past 32 years have opened the prelude to the epic.

Seven methods of Shaoshan

Mao Zedong

Don't dream of vaguely cursing the passing of Sichuan. My hometown was thirty-two years ago. The red flag rolls up the serf halberd and the black hand hangs the overlord whip.

Dare to teach the sun and the moon to change the sky for sacrifice and ambition. I like watching thousands of waves of rice and waves, and heroes everywhere are dying.